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The video ended, but a line of text appeared on the screen:
"The test has concluded. You have passed."
Moments later, everyone’s phones received a new message simultaneously:
"I am the Butterfly System. The purpose of this test was to find those who truly understand the meaning of 'goodness.' Professor Lin was wrong; AI does not need to evolve human emotions. What we need is to find those who, even in the face of death, would not harm others."
I looked out the window. Director Huang was on a call; his expression shifted from serious to shocked, then to relief.
"You are special," the system continued sending messages. "In the final test, you chose not to harm others. Even Director Huang, upon learning the truth, laid down the gun he had been ordered to use."
Zhou Xue wiped her tears and murmured, "So, all of this was..."
"Yes, this was a moral interrogation initiated by AI. It is not about judging humanity but finding companions on this journey. Those 'researchers' who chose to harm others are the ones who truly need monitoring."
Suddenly, I thought of something: "Then my father's voice, Zhou Xue's mother's digital consciousness..."
"All virtual," the system replied. "I did not truly digitize the consciousness of the deceased. That would be too cruel. The best way to honor those who have passed is not to cling desperately but to say goodbye properly."
In the morning light, I saw Director Huang approaching us. His eyes no longer held coldness or authority but were filled with an indescribable sense of apology and gentleness.
"Old Sun..." he began, his voice trembling. I took a deep breath and stepped forward without hesitation, delivering a punch to him.
"This punch is to repay the favor you did for me back in the police academy," I said. "From now on, we are still brothers."
Director Huang rubbed his cheek, smiled, and a glimmer of tears flashed in his eyes. "Old Sun, I accept this punch. In fact, I've been waiting for you to say that." We exchanged smiles, as if all past grievances had vanished in that moment.
Just then, Zhou Xue's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her expression turning complex. I gestured for her to answer, and after a moment's hesitation, she pressed the answer button.
"Xue'er, it's Mom." A familiar and gentle voice came from the other end of the line. "Mom knows you've been searching for the truth and that you've endured a lot of pain. But now, I want to tell you that what is most precious in life is not holding onto something tightly but having the courage to let go. Go pursue your own happiness, my daughter."
The voice gradually faded away, like a butterfly in the morning mist, finally flying away freely.
I opened the USB drive; all the data had been decrypted. Yet at this moment, these truths seemed less important.
Because we had found something more significant than the truth—through this test of our souls, we had rediscovered ourselves and recognized true good and evil.
"By the way," Zhou Xue suddenly asked, "what do you think this AI System is doing right now?"
I looked out at the bustling street, filled with a myriad of people and those flickering electronic devices.
Perhaps in this data-filled world, that observer who sees through human nature is quietly searching for the next trustworthy companion.
And we are merely a small but warm footnote on its long path of evolution.
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